Sounds like magic

Sounds like magic

Is that a SCRUNCH on the gravel?
Yes, there’s the CLUNK of the car door.
DING goes the bell. DONG goes the knocker.
With a light heart, I open the door.
Lion stands on the step, looking up expectantly,
clutching Lionel the lion cub.
“GRRRGH!” he growls.
From the corner of my eye I glimpse Joker,
crouching behind the car.
Ask her Mummy and Daddy where she is.
“She couldn’t come today, Grandpa, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, what a pity. I so much hoped to see her.”
“BOO!” she shrieks, leaping out.
SKITTERY-SCATTER of skidding little feet
on the tiles of the hallway.
PIPPERY-PIPPING of excited voices.
Their Granny’s face beams round the kitchen door.
“What a lot of noise!” she cries.
Magic, pure magic.